Page 97 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 1

Extending from the middle to his right hip, his hard cock stretched the black fabric thin. Beneath it, bulging, his balls were packed tightly, and the bottom edges of his underwear wrinkled up, revealing the tender skin high on his thighs. He was ticklish there, so I didn’t touch him just yet.

Instead, I set my hands on his hips and pulled him in gently. My lips feathered the tip of his cock, and he throbbed against my mouth. Even his breath, as he exhaled, was thin and strained. He was tense all over and grabbed the arcade game’s edge with both hands to keep himself grounded.

I placed my left hand on his stomach, and he clasped it with his right, clutching me tightly like letting go would make him drift away. He shivered as I tugged on his underwear, pulling his hard cock down with the waistband until the pressure was such that his soft moans grew louder and morphed into a grunt and a cry. “Fuck,” he murmured just as the waistband slipped over the tip of his cock, and his length sprang to full mast.

Noah breathed freely for a moment, his chest rising and expanding, then falling.

I licked my lips while reaching gently between his legs and cupping his balls. Smooth, big, tightening already with the unbearable lust that coursed through his veins as much as mine, I squeezed them just enough to make Noah tense but not uncomfortable. I loved stretching him thin against the sensations I could cause. I loved when he was strung so tightly that every breath of air on his skin made him shudder.

Pressing my left hand harder against his flat, firm stomach, I opened my mouth and took him in, sealing my lips around the head of his cock. His precum’s sweet and salty flavor filled my mouth, the scent of soap mixed with fainter traces of his musk. His thin and strained whimper was like the finest melody to me.

I sucked the air out of my mouth and leaned in, impaling my head on his firm and throbbing length. He filled my mouth just perfectly, my right hand open and holding his balls, index and middle fingers reaching further between his legs and feeling his taint. At every little touch and rub, he throbbed. Part of me wanted to torture him until he begged for mercy of release, but the victory had put me in an especially good mood.

I pulled back and shot him a devilish grin, then stuck my two fingers deep into my mouth.

Noah used the opportunity to take himself in his hand and stroke soothingly, but it didn’t last. When my index and middle fingers were slick with saliva, I nudged his legs apart. He was beyond words, barely inhaling enough oxygen to keep his brain running. His sweet, smooth face was pink, and beads of sweat gathered on his wrinkled brow. His eyebrows were high above his elegant, black glasses, and his mouth stretched open in an expression of torment and pleasure.

I reached between his legs, fingers slick and warm, and slid the tips between his cheeks. He bit down on his lower lip, cock throbbing freely, leaping and falling, swinging with its own weight.

“Ngh…” He choked and threw his head back as I wrapped my other hand around his thickness, gripping him tightly and feeling every pulse that reacted to my right hand’s work. I massaged his rim, savoring the sense of warmth of his body, then added pressure.

He was skilled enough to know what to do. Tension disappeared from his cock and his hole. It melted away as his muscles relaxed to allow me in. And I took the opportunity gladly, burying my index finger inside this sweet, innocent guy.

“Mother…fucker,” he cried, his hole clenched enough my knuckle for a moment before he laughed softly with relief. “That was sudden.”

His cock throbbed twice in my hand. “You loved it. Don’t lie.”

“Mm.” Instead of searching for words, he put one hand on my head. He didn’t need to push. I was more than willing to please him like this. It mattered to me that Noah would learn and remember that being a top or a bottom didn’t dictate any of the dynamics between him and his partner. They were preferred roles but as fluid as I could imagine. Just because I was a top didn’t mean I couldn’t kneel for him and give him the ride of his life. And just because he was a bottom — or so he had thought when I’d asked — it didn’t mean he couldn’t grab my head and force me to swallow him whole.

I pressed my second finger against his hole, but I was far gentler this time. Slowly, I added half an inch, stretching him until he moaned and tensed. I pulled back, penetrating him lightly with my index finger, wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock. The flavor of his precum was deliciously stronger.

After a heartbeat or two, I pressed the middle finger against him once more, sliding in with ease. Noah curled his fingers, gripping a fistful of hair on the back of my head, yanking me down on his cock until it pressed against the back of my throat. I was experienced enough — more than enough — in relaxing the muscles in my throat at a moment’s notice. He slid in, holding himself deep in me, cutting off the flow of air into my lungs while I buried both fingers deep into him. The longer he held himself lodged in my mouth, the harder I ravaged his tight entrance with slick and skillful fingers.

A cough erupted from me and I jerked my head back, saliva bubbling from the corners of my mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” Noah moaned.

He liked it rough and dirty, I noticed. He’d shown me hints of it before, especially when I edged him. The whole truth of it was that Noah liked all shades of it. He could be thrilled with a vanilla missionary quickie as much as with an hour-long torment that left me shivering and begging to come.

As I rammed my fingers into him, quickly leaning down on his hard length, he whimpered and trembled. His other hand gripped the edge of the vintage arcade game almost until it shook.

I sped up, pushing against his special spot and sucking the air out of my mouth to heighten pressure and pleasure both. He whimpered once, crying out a warning in the heartbeat that followed, but I persisted. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to eat him and surprise him when I was fed.

Noah’s hole clenched around my knuckles, and he spilled the heat of his pleasure into my mouth. Some trickled down my throat; the rest coated my tongue. Its salty-sweet flavor gave off a hint of pineapple that made my heart trip. He’d read that somewhere and tried it without saying a word. The scent of his sex was like the scent of the first rain after a long drought, refreshing and bringing relief. It filled me to bursting.

Noah throbbed in my mouth rapidly, his hole flexing around my fingers as I gently pulled them out. And, when I felt that he was spent and relaxing, I pulled my head back. After finishing in my mouth, the glazed quality of his eyes excited me beyond belief, and I was twice as determined to surprise him with the extent of my wickedness.

I rose to my feet and looked into his eyes as I licked my lips. Gently, I took him in my hand while he softened, my other hand on the back of his head.

His eyes widened as I leaned in as if I was breaking some sacred rule. He gasped shortly.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?” I whispered.

The blush on his cheeks could have been from the heat of the previous moment, but it could have been from my question, too. He shook his head.

“Do you want to? You’re delicious.” I let my lips hover over his. My mouth was wet and messy. This moment was sinful enough that I could live the rest of my life as a saint and still be turned away from the Pearly Gates. Oh, I would walk away whistling and with a skip in my stride. If he kissed me now, it would be worth an eternity of damnation.

Noah hesitated only a moment, then smashed his lips against mine, parting them and letting our tongues touch and play. I’d offered him a taste, but he reached and took the whole of it. If I was wicked, he was the Devil himself. I loved it.